Friday, June 04, 2004

Bringing My Work Home With Me

Some people bring their work home with them. I'm spared that chore since I work at home: my office is my bedroom -- the wall with a window -- and my bed is my work station. I write on a lapdesk. I prop myself up with five or six pillows. I use bond paper printed with strip panels.

And because that's a lot of white to stare at, and my work station has fitted sheets, and the paper is toasty warm when I pull them from the printer, I also nap.

I love naps. Partly because I'm lazy. And partly because napping is the cusp between dreams and reality. Creativity is dancing -- or sleepwalking -- between the two.

Another bonus: when reading my work puts me to sleep, I can blame it on the bed.